When my friend A___ married my friend J___, she owned a brown spaniel mix dog named Benson. Benson had curly hair like a poodle, and it was soft and cuddly. He weighed about 40-50 lbs. and he was a wonderful pet. About 2 months ago, Benson passed away, leaving both of them sad beyond belief. They didn't think they wanted to get another dog right away, so they resigned themselves to being dog-less.
About 2 weeks ago, J said to A: "I think we ought to think about getting another dog. We are just too sad." A agreed and it was decided that they would begin a search for the perfect dog.
Later that night, J had a dream, which he told A about on waking: Someone had come to their home and taken J out to the garage. "Look up in the rafters" he said, and when J looked, there were four dogs up there.
A asked, "What did they look like?" and J said that he could only remember one of them - a gray and scruffy-looking mutt.
That morning, after they had gone to work together at their business, a friend called, telling them that she wanted to bring a dog to see them. He had been at the SPCA for 29 days and was scheduled to be gassed on the 30th day, if no one adopted him. This friend was from a rescue agency, and she knew that this dog was too good to let die. So she brought him to their business to visit, and he has never left their side! They named him Griffin, and I met him this week. He is the sweetest, calmest, 2 yr. old gray and scruffy-looking mutt I've ever met. He allowed me to scratch his cheeks, while looking up at me with a big smile on his face which seemed to say, "I have landed in Heaven here, and I know it".
I think he has.
(If I can get a good photo of Griffin, I'll post it asap.)
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY !! TO:
and anyone I have left out!